Mom: “Go take this cake and pot of butter to your grandmother, because I heard she was very ill.” Red: “Okay, off I go, into the forest of evil.” Wolf: “Where are you going?” Red: “I am going to my grandmother’s house. I am bringing her food so she will stop groaning.” Wolf: “Nevermore!” Grandmother: “Who’s there?” Wolf: “It is your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood.” Grandmother: “Come granddaughter and while you’re at it bring me a piece of wood.” Wolf: “Who’s there? Nevermore.” Red: “Your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood.” Wolf: “Come in my dear and put the butter on the table and come get in the room with me.” “Nevermore.” Red: “Okay grandmother.” Red: “Grandmother, what big hands you have.” Wolf: “All the better to hang you with.” Red: “No…..” Wolf: “Now little red is dead and I have the cake and pot of butter all to myself. No one is going to get in my way now.”
Red: “Okay, off I go, into the forest of evil.”
Wolf: “Where are you going?”
Red: “I am going to my grandmother’s house. I am bringing her food so she will stop groaning.”
Wolf: “Nevermore!”
Grandmother: “Who’s there?”
Wolf: “It is your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood.”
Grandmother: “Come granddaughter and while you’re at it bring me a piece of wood.”
Wolf: “Who’s there? Nevermore.”
Red: “Your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood.”
Wolf: “Come in my dear and put the butter on the table and come get in the room with me.” “Nevermore.”
Red: “Okay grandmother.”
Red: “Grandmother, what big hands you have.”
Wolf: “All the better to hang you with.”
Red: “No…..”
Wolf: “Now little red is dead and I have the cake and pot of butter all to myself. No one is going to get in my way now.”